Prompt Master Poems

Why am I here

I stepped through the door with a confident stride,
A mission so clear, at least when I tried.
The hallway behind me still whispered the plan,
But the room stared back like, “No idea, Dan.”

I stood by the lamp, then I checked the chair,
Maybe the purpose was hiding there.
I glanced at the wall, the floor, the light,
The reason dissolved right out of sight.

Was it keys? A book? A thought half-formed?
A task once useful, now badly worn.
The fridge hummed softly, the clock did too,
Both acting like they never knew.

I paced in a circle, retraced my track,
Hoping the memory would double back.
Then laughed at myself, shrugged, turned around,
The answer waiting where I’d been found.

Because every room has this sneaky trick:
You walk in sharp, you leave confused, quick.
And someday I’ll solve this curious riddle,
Right after I forget, again, in the middle.


Prize Prompt: The thing that almost remembered what it came here to do.
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